I think I have once.
I was on vacation in Long Island, NY. I usually stay with my grandparents… and their basement is creepy, but I like to go down there sometimes because they have a lot of interesting stuff down there. But I never go alone, I always go when somebody’s down there.
One time I was bored and then I heard someone walking in the basement. I went about half way down because the light was on. I peaked over the rail and looked around. I swear I heard HEAVY footsteps down there. At that point I was totally freaked and ran back up. I told my grandma and she told me it might’ve been someone upstairs.
I told my mom and she said it’s an old house and old houses make noises.
I told my dad and he said that when he was little, my grandma’s cousin got out of the mental clinic and they let her stay in the basement and then one day she just died down there.
I didn’t go down there for a couple of days then after that I went down but I was still scared out of my head………..